OH MY GOD I’M HERE.
I’m here. I’m up. I’m typing.
I’ve been busy getting ready for my trip to Portland to see Melissa Lion (BIRTHDAY!) and the Interns™ and the PBT and play Trivia with my Mercury friends and my Fatboy Roberts friends and my Graham “Blogtown’s Best Commenter” friends and Will “I’m now an intern at the Merc because we all come from the Merc and to the Merc we will go to die” Radik friends…etc.
I’ve been busy with some career stuff (kind of) and some Felicia Day stuff (just a little) and oh, I don’t know, THINGS. But I’m back and I don’t want to give up blogging. I just needed a little me time. I’ve still been reading Chris’ blog and Crissy’s blog every day and of course, tweeting the shit out of everything but not writing. Not right now.
Matt Davis told me the anti-depressants might curb my interest in blogging and he was right. They’ve also dulled my pleasure in shopping which is just SO WRONG in so many ways. I still like to shop but its not that same high I used to get every time I’d go into Anthropology and come out with nothing because I’m not a wealthy drug czar but the IDEA of buying 200 dollar sailor pants was enough to make my head tingle and my little toes to go numb with excitement.
Oh well. On the flip side, I don’t worry about going to jail anymore and can once again watch Law and Order without spiraling into a panic attack. Baby steps.
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It’s been rumored that anti-depressants will suppress any sex life. (wait, what’s my excuse then?)
Poor Dane. Poor, poor Dane.
This will be my second comment on your blog. A soft, white kitten with chocolate-brown spots was just born as a result.
Maybe my toes are numb because so much of my money goes to Anthropologie? I’ve never bought anything directly from them, but I have bought stuff from people who shop there on a regular basis. And I don’t even live in Portland!
I’m so excited for your trip.
I just peed myself.
Well… that has nothing to do with your trip and I just have bladder problems. I hope the incontinence won’t make things awkward.
This past weekend I went shopping with Ari and I went into an Anthropologie store for the first time. I have to tell you – those clothes are cute. If I was a woman, I’d be all over that place.
Look, I don’t care how gay that comment made me sound – those clothes are cute! I said it – CUTE.
OH MY GOD YOU’RE COMING UP HERE AND WE BLOGGED ON THE SAME DAY. WE ARE SISTERS!
Also, we are so taking over the world.
i knew you wouldn’t give up on us! everybody needs a break. i mean if you blogged 3x a day it’d be like you were someone whose name rhymes with bath, and thats lame. i like my blogs to have elements of surprise. like, oooh when and what will they blog next!?
I think Effexor is the devil and it is also my savior. It’s so confusing. I am jealous that you are visiting Melissa. Very.
Beeyooteeful new photo.
Blogging everyday is really 2008. So you are ahead of the curve!
Hey! Hey you and ML! I blogged today! I AM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anti-depressants are good for you! Yum!
Morning reminder: John Varley writes good books. I got hooked on him after reading a short story (from the ’70s) called Equinoxical (sp?). Then I read the Gaia Trilogy: Titan, Demon, Wizard. And I highly recommend Steel Beach (it’s one of my favorite books), and The Golden Globe.
Poor Chris. His inner gay keeps coming out whether he wants him to or not.
Anyway, Effexor took the pleasure out of everything for me. I was just like, “meh” about everything. EVEN ICE CREAM!!!
OH THE HORROR!
But don’t worry. I ate the ice cream anyway because I was depressed, not retarded.
you’re still alive!!
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